20 As for me, I am | poor' and | needy : but | the' Lord | car'eth | for me. : 21 Thou art my helper | and' redeemer make no long tarry'ing, | O' my | God. DAY 8. BLESS Evening Prayer. PSALM XLI. Beatus qui intelligit. LESSED is he that considereth the | poor' and | needy the Lord shall deliver him | in' the | time' of trouble. : 2 The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed up'on | earth and deliver not thou him into the' will ❘ of his | enemies. 3 The Lord comfort him, when he lieth sick uplon' his bed : make thou all | his' bed | in' his | sickness. 4 I said, Lord, be merciful | un'to | me : heal my soul, for I have | sinned' against thee. 5 Mine enemies speak | e'vil | of me : When shall he die,' and his' name | perish? 6 And if he come to see me, he | speak'eth | vanity: and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself, and when he com'eth | forth' he | telleth it. me evil. 7 All mine enemies whisper together' against even against me do they' imagine' this | 8 Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed' against him and now that he lieth, | let him' rise | up' no | more. 9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend, | whom' I | trusted who did also eat of my bread, hath | laid' great wait for me. 10 But be thou merciful unto | me,' O | Lord : raise thou me up again, | and' I | shall' reward them. 11 By this I know' thou | favourest me that mine enemy | doth' not | triumph' against me. 12 And when I am in my health, | thou' up-| holdest me and shalt set me before' thy | face' for | ever. 13 Blessed be the Lord | God' of | Israel: world | with'out end. Amen. L PSALM XLII. Quemadmodum. IKE as the hart de sireth' the | water-brooks: so longeth my soul | after thee, O God. 2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the | liv'ing God when shall I come to appear before' the presence' of God? : 3 My tears have been my meat | day and night: while they daily say unto me, | Where' is | now' thy | God? 4 Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by my self: for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth in to' the house' of God; 5 In the voice of praise | and' thanks giving : among such as' keep | ho ́ly day. soul me? 6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, | O' my | and why art thou so dis qui'et ed' with in 7 Pat thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his | coun'tenance. 8 My God, my soul is | vexed' with|in me : therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill' of | Hermon. I 9 One deep calleth another, because of the noise | of the water-pipes : all thy waves and storms | are' gone over me. : 10 The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness | in' the day-time and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto | the' God | of my | life. 11 I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou' for gotten me why go I thus heavily, while the en'e my' op presseth me? 12 My bones are smitten asunder as with' a | sword: while mine enemies that trouble me | cast' me | in' the | teeth; 13 Namely, while they say daily | un'to | me : Where is now' thy | God? : 14 Why art thou so vexed, | O' my soul and why art thou so dis qui'et ed' with|in me? 15 O put thy | trust' in | God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, | and' my God. PSALM XLIII. Judica me, Deus. VIVE sentence with me, O God, and defend my GIV cause against the ungodly | people: O deliver me from the deceitful' and | wick'ed | man. 2 For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me | from thee: and why go I so heavily, while the en'e my' op presseth me? 3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that they' may | lead me : and bring me unto thy holy | hill,' and | to' thy | dwelling. 4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my | joy' and | gladness : and upon the harp will I give thanks unto | thee,' O God,' my | God. 5 Why art thou so heavy, | O' my soul and why art thou so dis qui'et ed' with in me? 6 O put thy trust' in | God: for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my | countenance, | and' my God. DAY 9. WE Morning Prayer. PSALM XLIV. Deus, auribus. E have heard with our ears, O God, our | fathers' have told us what thou hast done | in' their | time' of old; 2 How thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand, and | planted' them | in: how thou hast destroyed the nations,' and | cast' them | out. 3 For they gat not the land in possession through | their own sword: neither was it their own | arm ́ that helped them; 4 But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance : because thou hadst a | fav'our | un'to | them. 5 Thou art my | King,' O | God: send | help - | un'to | Jacob. 6 Through thee will we over throw' our enemies: and in thy Name will we tread them under, | that' rise up against us. 7 For I will not trust | in' my | bow it is not | my sword that' shall | help me; 8 But it is thou that savest us | from' our | enemies and puttest them to' con fusion' that hate us. : 9 We make our boast of God | all' day | long and will praise' thy | Name' for | ever. : 10 But now thou art far off, and puttest us | to' confusion and goest | not' forth | with' our | armies. 11 Thou makest us to turn our backs up on our enemies so that they which | hate' us | spoil' our | goods. 12 Thou lettest us be eaten | up' like | sheep : and hast scattered | us' among' the | heathen. 13 Thou sellest thy people' for nought; and | takest' no money | for them. 14 Thou makest us to be rebuked | of our | neighbours to be laughed to scorn, and had in derision of them that are | round' about us. 15 Thou makest us to be a by-word among the | heathen and that the people | shake' their | heads - | at us. : 16 My confusion is | daily' before me and the shame of my face' hath | covered me; 17 For the voice of the slanderer | and' blasphemer for the | ene'my | and' avenger. : |